I am here by the "Hummums" alone;
No garbage stenches are wafted abroad,
And the slime from the pavement's gone.
For a breeze of morning blows,
Yet my hand is not compelled
To hold up my handkerchief close to my nose,
As it had to be always held,
When the shops in the market of old would unclose,
And the cry of the porters swelled.
All night have the suburbs heard